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Tarei, ex-Legionary, The Reach

When my brother inherited the family farm, there was nowhere for me to go. So I joined the Legion, like many a likely lad. I became a battlemage- here on my forearm, you see this blue diamond with a crescent moon? That’s the emblem of the Dog’s Tooth Legion. Every recruit gets one- they say it fosters brotherhood but I think it makes it easier to tell apart bodies on the battlefield.
The Legion has a roster, with the central archives in the Imperial City. And do you know what they listed me as? A Breton! Over and over, no matter what I said. Some of my comrades joked that I was small for a Nord too, sometimes. My people lived and loved in the Reach long before the Nords came, but that meant nothing to the grinding bureaucracy of the Empire. I was an aberration, an exception to the rule.
When I got word that my brother was dead I mustered out of the Legion, and reclaimed the old farmstead outside Markarth. The first thing I did when I was home was get myself marked, my skin etched with the old patterns passed down since the era of the gods. Elf, Orc, Breton, Nord… I am all of these and none, and I color my face with the symbols of a hundred generations of Reachmen so that no one will ever mistake me again.

Arvayne Hleroth, Hlaalu Oathman, Narsis

When our ancestors first came to Resdayn, it was at the end of a long and painful journey. The land they found themselves in was harsh, yes, but it was paradise for those wearied by wandering. The Chimer wept tears that carved golden channels into their ash-stained faces, and when I became an adult grown I drew the path of those tears on my own face. We Dunmer are not separate from our ancestors; we feel the pain of their struggle and the joy of their deliverance as though we had experienced these things for ourselves. We adorn ourselves with the scars and marks of our forebears so that nothing of their lives is forgotten.
Only a few of the Dunmer choose to wear the past so openly on their faces, but we all bear something of our ancestors. Like most of my kin I have had the soles of my feet tattooed with secret holy words, so that every step I take is a prayer. Walk in grace, sera.

Valdi the Fearless, Nord Elder, Uld Vraech

Long ago, when I was just a girl, I went into the wilderness to hunt my first predator, and prove myself a worthy daughter of Skyrim. The kill was not the hardest part. I felled a nix hound, but in the chase I had become hopelessly lost. I knew some entrail-lore even back then, and the hound’s gore told me a fierce devil-snow was soon to blow from the Red Mountain. I had a day at most to find my village or I would be lost to the elements.
It was then that I saw it; a lone hawk wheeling in the distant sky. A rare sighting in Morrowind- the racers rule the skies here. Of course I took it as an omen, Kyne being the patron of my mother’s clan. I headed towards it, and after wearying hours I came to a clearing with an ancient waystone, hidden so well it had not been profaned by the elves. On it was carved the hawk totem of Kyne, and when I clambered to the top of the stone I saw the lights of my village in the distance.
When I returned a woman, I had the spread wings of the hawk inked on to my face, so that all would know I owed my life to Kyne's sight. Later, after I had fought in battle against men and stranger things, I got the same design across my back. Since then, no enemy has been able to sneak up on me, as Kyne sees them and whispers warnings in my ear!

Sola Shaxhaal, Cultist, Bravil

When you look at me, you see what makes Nibenay great. There are half a hundred cults along the banks of the river, both great and small. I follow the Cult of the Smiling Potentate, and we are, perhaps, not as great as we once were. All across my arms and legs you see the golden coils of the serpent, its head against my belly to speak wisdom to any child I might bear. It is my face that people notice, though. The writing is Akaviri, and no, I will not tell you what it means. All cults must have their secrets, no?
Foreigners who are used to the stern, plain Colovians of the Legion are surprised when they see me with my tattoos and my cloak of bells, but In the green lands of the Niben we delight in announcing ourselves, and making a scene. Every faith and cult and personal superstition is a work of art, and we wear our faiths on our sleeve for all to see, in a riot of color and form. Nibenay is the most beautiful land in the Empire, the beating heart of Tamriel, and its people are like no other.
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Post by Aeven »

Gro-Dahl, I must say I find this text a fun and interesting read.

I think an introduction by the author should include how he came by all these different people, and why he has written these accounts.
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It's like Anderson Cooper in book form on the subject of tattoos. I like the concept, but it would be nice if the author had a thesis he/she was working on exploring. Something like how the 'living ink' on each individual serves in all cultures as a catalog of a person's or people's history, or how he/she's trying to show a commonality/difference between different regions and their designs/meanings. Something is needed to tie all these together, but this as a series is something I could see, especially if we could get some art in the book.
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Yes tying it all together is the tricky bit, I think
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Post by Terrifying Daedric Foe »

Just read this in the 1st PGE, might be useful if you want the perspective of another character:
[Khajiit] chieftains forgot their ancient sugar-vendettas and signed treaties of their own (recorded, incidentally, through facial tattoos)
A recent trend among the younger ohmes is the application of feline facial tattoos that make them resemble their more hideous and savage brethren.
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While a few introductory lines might be nice, I really wouldn't worry too much beyond that. Face it, two lines into the first story and you're already not thinking any more about the logistics behind the book. It doesn't need to look like a believable study; it suffices to just bring the idea of one to mind for a moment.

On content and style I have nothing to add; this is solid. Maybe one little comment: is there any reason that so many of the tattoos are on the face (apart from the obvious reason that some of these are based on the games, where tattoos are only ever on the face)? Maybe the Nord one can be moved elsewhere? Three out of four seems a little superfluous, but this is really minor nitpicking.
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Actually I thought the reachman had his face done too, so it's all four. Because of the reason you mention, and because face tattoos are bodacious. It might be worth changing though.
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Lacks variety but makes sense, I think: travelling around to learn about people's tattoos, dum dee dum, what does the author do-

- ask each and every local "o hi do you hav tatoos maybe" trying very hard not to be taken for a lunatic

- go for the ones with tattoos On! Their! Faces!
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Painted Peoples: Tattooing Across the Empire
by Vantis Orvilius

Tarei, ex-Legionary, The Reach

(author’s note: I met this man in a meadhouse in Markarth. I was drawn to him not just for the strange spiderweb traceries across his face, but also because of the way the Nords muttered to one another when their gaze fell upon him)

When my brother inherited the family farm, there was nowhere for me to go. So I joined the Legion, like many a likely lad. I became a battlemage- here on my forearm, you see this blue diamond with a crescent moon? That’s the emblem of the Dog’s Tooth Legion. Every recruit gets one- they say it fosters brotherhood but I think it makes it easier to tell apart bodies on the battlefield.

The Legion has a roster, with the central archives in the Imperial City. And do you know what they listed me as? A Breton! Over and over, no matter what I said. Some of my comrades joked that I was small for a Nord too, sometimes. My people lived and loved in the Reach long before the Nords came, but that meant nothing to the grinding bureaucracy of the Empire. I was an aberration, a fluke.

When I got word that my brother was dead I mustered out of the Legion, and reclaimed the old farmstead outside Markarth. The first thing I did when I was home was get myself marked, my skin etched with the old patterns passed down since the era of the gods. Elf, Orc, Breton, Nord… I am all of these and none, and I color my face with the symbols of a hundred generations of Reachmen so that no one will ever mistake me again.

Arvayne Hleroth, Hlaalu Oathman, Narsis

(Dark elves take offence easily, and it was not easy to persuade one to speak with me. I must thank my local guide for introducing me to this haughty and beautiful daughter of Morrowind)

When our ancestors first came to Resdayn, it was at the end of a long and painful journey. The land they found themselves in was harsh, yes, but it was paradise for those wearied by wandering. The Chimer wept tears that carved golden channels into their ash-stained faces, and when I became an adult grown I drew the path of those tears on my own face. We Dunmer are not separate from our ancestors; we feel the pain of their struggle and the joy of their deliverance as though we had experienced these things for ourselves. We adorn ourselves with the scars and marks of our forebears so that nothing of their lives is forgotten.

Only a few of the Dunmer choose to wear the past so openly on their faces, but we all bear something of our ancestors. Like most of my kin I have had the soles of my feet tattooed with secret holy words, so that every step I take is a prayer. Walk in grace, sera.

Valdi the Fearless, Nord Elder, Uld Vraech

(I came to Uld Vraech to see the famous war tattoos of the Nord menfolk, but I found them to be chaotic and frankly dangerous company. Valdi was, I think, grandmother to one of these warriors- a little less raucous but I suspect no less dangerous when angered. I took care to be courteous)

Long ago, when I was just a girl, I went into the wilderness to hunt my first predator, and prove myself a worthy daughter of Skyrim. The kill was not the hardest part. I felled a nix hound, but in the chase I had become hopelessly lost. I knew some entrail-lore even back then, and the hound’s gore told me a fierce devil-snow was soon to blow from the Red Mountain. I had a day at most to find my village or I would be lost to the elements.

It was then that I saw it; a lone hawk wheeling in the distant sky. A rare sighting in Morrowind- the racers rule the skies here. Of course I took it as an omen, Kyne being the patron of my mother’s clan. I headed towards it, and after wearying hours I came to a clearing with an ancient waystone, hidden so well it had not been profaned by the elves. On it was carved the hawk totem of Kyne, and when I clambered to the top of the stone I saw the lights of my village in the distance.

When I returned a woman, I had the spread wings of the hawk inked on to my hands, so that all would know I owed my life to Kyne’s guidance. Later, after I had fought in battle against men and stranger things, I got the same design across my back. After that, no enemy was able to sneak up on me, as Kyne saw them and whispered warnings in my ear!

Sola Shaxhaal, Cultist, Bravil

(This young woman heard of my studies and approached me, apparently eager to speak her piece. In her I document what I fear may be a tradition in decline. Cyrodiil has changed so much since I was a youth like her, and not entirely for the better)

When you look at me, you see what makes Nibenay great. There are half a hundred cults along the banks of the river, both great and small. I follow the Cult of the Smiling Potentate, and we are, perhaps, not as great as we once were. All across my arms and legs you see the golden coils of the serpent, its head against my belly to speak wisdom to any child I might bear. It is my face that people notice, though. The writing is Akaviri, and no, I will not tell you what it means. All cults must have their secrets, no?

Foreigners who are used to the stern, plain Colovians of the Legion are surprised when they see me with my tattoos and my cloak of bells, but In the green lands of the Niben we delight in announcing ourselves, and making a scene. Every faith and cult and personal superstition is a work of art, and we wear our faiths on our sleeve for all to see, in a riot of color and form. Nibenay is the most beautiful land in the Empire, the beating heart of Tamriel, and its people are like no other.
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The writing is Akaviri, and no, I will not tell you what it means.
Bravo.


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Just my 2 pennies or whatever denomination people tend to use in this phrase...
gro-Dhal wrote:Sola Shaxhaal, Cultist, Bravil

(This young woman heard of my studies and approached me, apparently eager to speak her piece. In her I document what I fear may be a tradition in decline. Cyrodiil has changed so much since I was a youth like her, and not entirely for the better)

When you look at me, you see what makes Nibenay great. There are half a hundred cults along the banks of the river, both great and small. I follow the Cult of the Smiling Potentate, and we are, perhaps, not as great as we once were. All across my arms and legs you see the golden coils of the serpent, its head against my belly to speak wisdom to any child I might bear. It is my face that people notice, though. The writing is Akaviri, and no, I will not tell you what it means. All cults must have their secrets, no?

Foreigners who are used to the stern, plain Colovians of the Legion are surprised when they see me with my tattoos and my cloak of bells, but In the green lands of the Niben we delight in announcing ourselves, and making a scene. Every faith and cult and personal superstition is a work of art, and we wear our faiths on our sleeve for all to see, in a riot of color and form. Nibenay is the most beautiful land in the Empire, the beating heart of Tamriel, and its people are like no other.
This seems to be a satire on New Age, but I'm a bit unsure about what exactly it satirizes ingame, and I do deem it a bit over-the-top to not satirize anything. Do you have an idea how to make it less proscenium-breaking?
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arvisrend wrote: This seems to be a satire on New Age, but I'm a bit unsure about what exactly it satirizes ingame, and I do deem it a bit over-the-top to not satirize anything. Do you have an idea how to make it less proscenium-breaking?
It's not a satire, and I'm not sure where you get that idea. The line about Akaviri writings is funny because of its real-world analogue, but it also fits remarkably well in-universe. This woman is clearly a (wannabe) member of those Nibeneans with trace Akaviri blood described in the PGE1. All the rest is just a defense against Nibenay-as-New England, which is a noble cause.
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Yeah I just wanted to write about the Nibenese, whose absence from Oblivion was a greater loss than the jungle IMO
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